One about why we should forgive, or 'what's in it for me'?
And the first one, 'Let's start talking'.
I started vlogging (cringe) because I just don't have the time to write like I used to! This is an easy way to get what I want said out there.

Its here. My spirit has found its home. I have one foot on either side of the door. I don’t know for how long, or when it will change, or if I can do this again tomorrow –
But I do know that its here. All of the little hints, the glimpses, the peek show’s into the possibilities of what is around the corner have lead to this moment.
I have waited so long for this. When the inner world gains the upper hand over the outer. When I can feel and trust the inner as more important and more vivid and real than the illusion of the outer. I have known it, I have read about it, I have talked about it – but I have never felt it like this.
Today, as I was walking down the street looking at the concrete, the cigarette butts, the lined faces of the people, it disappeared and I felt the warm glow from within, and my vision changed. Keeping my eyes low, I could feel, on a cellular level, the joy emanating from me and all around me. The animating force of the universe literally jumping for joy in creation.
Everything is permeated with this ‘stuff’ called chi, or energy, or prana. Its movement is known to many. I’ve seen it at times, I’ve felt it at times, but nothing like today.
In a blink of an eye I was moving between two worlds. The concrete as drab, the concrete as bliss. It was just the outer coating, like the autumn jackets on the people. Nothing more. The sad faces, the defeated bodies, its just a coating for the most miraculous creation.
So, I picked up my son from school and I made lunch, and I took him back to school again, and I did my afternoon meditation and
Wham! The spirit of my body crept in and took full possession. I’ve never felt it before. Every cell glowing. The power, the glow, the life. And gratitude! The thanks for letting us use the flesh, for seeing with the eyes, for eating, for looking and learning, the gratitude is immense.
And back again. With the constant weight within my chest – the reminder of the pulse of the universe within each of us. Look with the eyes of love. It reminds me that one of the first gifts that


Each step I take I see that I am checked.
I say ‘drown me in your Love’
But I do not love.
I hold back in fear of not getting my bit.
I say ‘forgive me! Forgive me my darkened heart’
But truly, I’m not so sure I forgive.
I see the shadows of remembered slights.
I say ‘wash away my mind of arrows’
But I carry the quiver behind me.
Bitterness twists my upper lip.
And You say –
My Love. Lift your head.
Its one thing to give your Heart,
And another to act upon your giving.
One step at a time.
Let me wash you with My Bliss.
Let me shower you in My Love.
And, one step at a time,
You will clear the construction of your mind.
You will see through the eyes of your heart.
You will see without more willing, you are
Already Drowned, Forgiven and Washed.
Be still. Be with me. Feel the Pulse of Love.

On Arrival
(Part III)
And yet part of me weeps
For the little losses.
The ideas of what should be.
The boxes with people inside.
Part of me feels afraid
To live this life without walls
This freedom seems to send
Me mad with Expanse.
Part of me scoffs
My little fears,
But mostly my fears
Are me.
Take me, so I can Be.
Break me, so I can Be.
Push me, so I do not stand.
Suffocate me, so I do not breathe.
Hurt me, so I do not Hurt.
Crush me, so I can not see.
Fill Me, so there is no me.
Erase me, so there can be Me.
Silence. Love.
The Pulse of Beauty.